Stubbornness Can Only Get You So Far Dec 22, 2011 15:47:02 GMT -5
Post by Caitrin de Archer on Dec 22, 2011 15:47:02 GMT -5
It took all of Caitrin’s strength to not laugh as Richard flinched at the feel of her fingers on her back. Really her cold fingers should be the least of his worries. She continued to press her fingers against his skin as she began to clean out the wound. Richard’s back was quite warm, and selfishly she was using his warmth to warm up her fingers. She hadn’t been properly warm since she had been beside the fire with Richard the other night. She didn’t even have her cloak now because she had torn it up to help clean out Richard’s wounds, as well as using part of it to later bandage his wounds. She continued to clean up his wounds, and just got on with what she was doing. It would be too easy to tease him in his current condition, but with his mood the way it was, Caitrin thought better of it. She did however press a bit too hard on one of his tender wounds with a wicked grin before she set her things down beside her knees.
Caitrin did let out a small laugh this time when Richard said that he was fine and dandy. She could hear just how gritted it was, and she couldn’t blame him really. After all, his back did look sore, but at least now he wouldn’t need to worry about infections either. Caitrin began to start tearing up her cloak to make makeshift bandages. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” She replied, mimicking his tone. After all, it wasn’t like she had practically carried him to the horse, and then had spent all night figuring out how to heal him. She was exhausted, and in truth all she wanted to do was sleep. She began to weave the bandages around Richard’s body, and slipped her arms around him so she could pull the fabric around him. That would no doubt make him feel more uncomfortable. Tying the last of the bandages on his back she ran her fingers across it, admiring her handiwork.
“There you go, that should heal quite nicely.” She declared, more than a little bit proud of herself. She picked up his shirt from where it was laid out by her side, “You can put your shirt back on now.” She went to extend it to him, but held onto it, her eyes purposely dropping to Richard’s body. She knew this would just irritate him further, but she’d stopped him from getting infected wounds so he had little to complain about really. “Or maybe you shouldn’t, after all, I’m enjoying the view.”